12 September 2009

all my pieces

i'm alone in crowded corridors
making space for time
i'm hearing a loud persistent voice
a voice that sounds like mine

and it just keeps repeating
it just keeps repeating
everyone has got to go mad
everyone has got to go mad
go mad as soon as possible

it doesn't make any difference
where you are or what you do
or how many times i fall to pieces
because all my pieces are a part of you
all my pieces are a part of you
and you
are a part of me too

and it just keeps repeating
and i just keep breathing
everyone has got to go mad
everyone has got to go mad
go mad as soon as possible